The power of the Mystic Heaven Red Flame filled Qin Fengming with terror.
If Jun Yan had warned him even two breaths later, he feared he would have stepped forward and approached the vacuum zone around that patch of Mystic Heaven Red Flame.
Had that truly happened, it likely would not have been just one mass of demonic flame attacking him. That enormous strange fire might have pounced straight at him. Qin Fengming shuddered with lingering fear, his whole body icy cold, as if even the scorching aura had diminished.
Clearly, the demonic flame pursuing Qin Fengming was following his unusual aura. This was an innate trait all demonic flames possessed: they were sensitive to unusual auras and would pursue, devour, and consume them.
The fact that the crimson blaze filling the sky could slightly delay the Mystic Heaven Red Flame showed that the mass of Mystic Heaven Red Flame had no spiritual intelligence. As long as it encountered energy it could devour, it would take the initiative to consume it.
Once he understood this, Qin Fengming felt slightly more at ease.
Qin Fengming sprinted rapidly through the sea of crimson flames, swiftly searching for one place after another where dense blazing fire surged, and threaded his way through them. Each time, that mass of Mystic Heaven Red Flame would slightly reduce its pursuit speed. Several times, the Amber Fireball was about to close in on Qin Fengming, but time and again, areas where dense flames surged slowed it down.
It was only because the Amber Fireball had no spiritual intelligence. Otherwise, Qin Fengming did not know how many times it would have caught up to him.
"That amber-colored fireball seems to be growing larger. Could its power be weakening?" As his figure raced through the blazing flames, Qin Fengming